I don’t choose to be depressed. I list out all of the things I’m thankful for. I’ve had a rough life, but I always remind myself it could be a lot worse. Anytime someone asks me “Why are you depressed?” I feel like slapping them. You don’t need a reason to be depressed. Do you ask people “Why do you have diabetes?” No, you don’t! You don’t ask, because it’s not something they could control. They didn’t ask to be sick. I didn’t ask to be depressed. It just happens.
Weekends are a time where I can act like my true self. I don’t have to get dressed, put on make up, and pretend I’m happy. I can stay in bed all day. It’s exhausting to get yourself through the day when you’re so down. Depression is more work. First, I have to talk myself into getting out of bed. Then I have to talk myself into getting ready. When I get to work, I have to convince myself to do work, and “act” happy. No one can know how miserable I am. Even if they did, it would not change how I felt. So, the weekends are a time when I can just be, depressed. I don’t have to fight it.
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